Snigdha Koirala, from "longing so flawed"

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Snigdha Koirala, from "longing so flawed"
{ 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 // 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚎𝚢 }
no matter how long i resist temptation, i will always lose
I am desperate to feel alive again.
Hello Darkness,
We do not fear you.
Imagine walking through a stretch of darkness so thick it feels endless. Every step heavier than the last, every breath a question. But you keep moving... because deep down you know the light isn’t gone, it’s just waiting further down the road.
Nothing you face is wasted. No moment slips past unseen. The path may bruise you, but it also builds you. Every twist, every detour, it’s shaping you into exactly who you were meant to become.
And that’s the beauty: nothing is a mistake. Not even the dark. 🌙🖤
If a touch of patience can turn soil into pottery,
If a breath of care can raise a seed into a tree,
Then with a little self-care, who knows the heights we can reach?
Do not wait for the world’s applause—
Water your own roots,
And bloom into the masterpiece you were always meant to be.
If your soul feels too much for this world... my book was written exactly for you. Raw. Sacred. Independent. Read it. Feel it. Live it. Link in bio.
even at my most evil i’m considerate
“growth isn’t always constant. relapses happen. it doesn’t erase all your success.”
— Unknown
beginning of my poem titled "ocean dreaming tidal patterns"
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In the quiet quake of dawn, I rise—reborn from ashes, a whispered wind of will, weaving dreams with the thread of trials overcome.
“I’m not who I was one year ago and maybe, just this once, change is good.”
— E. Grin
In the gallery of your gaze, gratitude sketches infinity; let creativity be the light that colors your boundless horizon anew.